ACT 1 Cue to a back alley. With their cracked sidewalks that yield scuttling cockroaches at night, they do attract young punks hungry for a back story. To be sure, no one knew the five boys of Muuy Biien then; and one member, at least, was frying chicken for a chain restaurant to make ends […]
In the 80s, in the UK, we’d have slapped a Warning Notice on this music and called it ‘grebo’ or ‘shambling’ or something equally as asinine. In America, it’d have been called AmRep..
Five hundred years ago Talk Normal would have been burned as witches for this act of prophecy.
Why exactly does the whole world want to distance itself from the term hipster?
This song by Brisbane band Slug Guts is the new Song of the Day on Collapse Board. Just sayin’.
Elements, not steals.
A week later, it’s all over the fucking national music press.
Raw and furious, Bjelland flirted between self-indulgent and revolutionary with a flick of her caustic tongue.
Cold Chisel. Please explain.
When this song first showed up on the NME tape cassette collection C81, it seemed like just about the most perfect pop song yet created. Context. Context! CONTEXT!